Moonlit Meaninglessness

It takes one glance
up to the sky
on a full‑moon night
to realise

that we mean nothing.

Yet in constellations far away
and in the tiniest snowy flakes
there is a harmony
we keep on crushing,

nurturers of entropy.

We’re only here for a while,
without even knowing why,
we should begin to unwind
this tangled clew of lunacy,

for you can’t buy eternity.